"Anakin, wake up," Kaytoo said. "We are approaching the island where the Millennium Falcon is. Tahiri requests assistance in piloting."

"Got it, Kaytoo," Anakin said, sitting straight up. He zipped up his wrinkled flightsuit and pulled on his boots before running to the cockpit. He strapped himself in and began landing protocol.

"Nice to see you up again," Tahiri said, her green eyes not straying from the viewport.

Anakin just nodded, and looked to the viewport.

"Oh, it's a quiet morning, lovely," she observed, and she wasn't talking about the scenery. "Anyway, I hope Master Luke and Rey are alright. I know what Kylo Ren can do. . ."

"No, they're still alive," Anakin said quietly. "I'd feel it if they weren't."

He could sense Tahiri's concerned eyes, but he did not acknowledge them. They swiftly landed, parked beside the Falcon. Anakin threw off his restraints, grabbed his DL-44 and lightsaber, Tahiri her rifle and saber, and Kaytoo equipped his blaster feature. They then set foot off the ship, and began the trek up the stairs.

The cool stone reminded Anakin of the Massassi temples of Yavin, although the cold wind reminded him all too well that it wasn't Yavin IV. He quickly had reached the ascent into the village when he almost fell, overtaken by the presence of his brother and uncle in the Force.

His uncle's presence was like the sun- warm and a source of life and compassion-but also a source of danger if one got too close. He hid his passion well, or at least was able to transform it into compassion, but Anakin knew Luke had struggled with the dark from time to time.

His brother was the opposite. His rage was let free to destroy, and the Force trembled around him. If Luke was the sun, the Twin Suns, to be exact, Ben-or Kylo Ren, as he called himself now, was Mustafar. The legendary location of an even more legendary duel that historians marked as the true fall of the Old Jedi Order.

"Ani!"

He snapped out of it, leaning heavily on Tahiri. Sheepishly, he straightened up, and activated his lightsaber, following the signatures of Kylo Ren and Luke. He burst into a hut where Ren and Luke were standing, talking in hushed voices while Rey lay on a cot, unconscious and mumbling gibberish.

Ren and Luke turned to the trio.

Anakin was taken aback. His brother resembled Han greatly. He could see the same nose, same face altogether, although he had Leia's eyes and dark curls, with a huge scar twisting across his face. He wore dark robes that were ragged from being worn in rough conditions.

Mom's eyes.

Anakin forced tears back, and looked to Luke.

"I see both my nephews have come back," Luke said musingly. "Put that lightsaber away. You won't need it yet. It's nice to see you as well, Tahiri."

"You as well, Master Luke," Tahiri answered as she deactivated her own lightsaber and put her rifle in her hip sling. Anakin still did not turn off his lightsaber. His eyes were only on Ren.

"I'm not here to hurt anyone, Anakin," he said, his voice dripping with jealousy.

"I don't believe you," Anakin replied coldly. Leia's last command was all he could think of. Leia believed that Kylo Ren was too far in the Dark Side to come back. Besides, it was Kylo Ren's fault that he was an orphan, wasn't it?

"Anakin, that's enough," Luke said firmly. "Ben has surrendered. And he saved Rey's life."

Anakin reluctantly deactivated his lightsaber. If his uncle believed it, then he would have to wait for another opportunity.

"What happened?" he asked.

"The Knights of Ren were able to follow the Falcon's signal to this specific island," Ren said with a sneer. "We were going to end the Jedi once and for all. But if it weren't for Luke Skywalker-"

"I see," Anakin interrupted. "And Rey?"

"She fell off a cliff, during the fight," Luke said. "And Ben saved her."

"Why?"'

Ren looked at him with those hauntingly similar eyes. "I don't know."

"I see," Anakin repeated.

Tahiri looked to Anakin, then to Ren.

I'm on your side.

He could hear her voice clearly in his head, projecting that thought. Still, she looked her cheery, friendly self.

"Well then, I guess we should wake Rey up," Tahiri said. "How long has she been out?"

"Three days," Luke answered.

"We can help her," Anakin said confidently, sharing another glance at Tahiri.

"She's in a sort of Force trance," Luke explained. "There's nothing that can be done for her until the experience is over."

"Will we have any idea when that is?" Anakin asked.

"Can't be too much longer," Ren said sullenly.

"A week's the longest I've seen," Luke said. "I wouldn't worry just yet. Besides, I'd like to talk with both of you."

"Should I leave?" Ren asked.

"No, you should hear this too," Luke said, and for the first time he sounded angry at Ren. "Is it true, that the rest of Twin Suns is gone?"

"It's true," Tahiri volunteered. "The Horns, the Solusars, Jaden Korr, Rosh Penin, Ganner Rhysode, Finn Galfridian. All of them."

"Even Kyp Durron," Anakin added, remembering his main Jedi teacher for several years.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Luke said. "All of them were such luminous beings. I will miss them all. And. . . I sensed it, but it can't be true, can it?"

Anakin stiffened at the same time as Ren, knowing exactly what Luke was talking about.

"About Mo- I mean, General Organa?"

Luke nodded solemnly.

Anakin hesitated. He could see her face, hear her voice so clearly. Saying the truth would make it too final, it would mean there was absolutely no going back, that he really was an orphan. . .

"Yes," Tahiri said.

Luke dropped into a chair, tears welling up and beginning to fall. He sobbed helplessly. Anakin had to look away, knowing that if he watched, he would begin crying too and then he'd never stop. His eyes strayed to Ren, who was beginning to cry as well.

He turned and ran, ran away from the hut, from his crying family, from the truth he couldn't deny forever, but hells, he wouldn't stop trying. He ran up to the peak of the grassy mountain, where Mara's grave was. She wasn't ever buried there, but it was where her Force energy showed up.

He got on his knees there, taking fistfuls of the grass as a million different emotions, raw and powerful, coursed through his veins and he cried and cried.

"Hello, Anakin," said Mara Jade, her face a little more tender than usual. She sat beside him cross-legged, seeming understanding and compassionate. Something that was harder to find on the surface with Mara.

"Hello, Aunt Mara," he answered through tears.

"I have some friends you might want to meet," she said. Two translucent figures appeared. Han and Leia.